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188 THE GOLDEN TREASURY OF |
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And if a comrade seek her love, I ask her in my name To listen to him kindly, without regret or shame, And to hang the old sword in its place (my father's
sword and mine) For the honor of old Bingen,—dear Bingen on the
Rhine.
"There's another,—not a sister; in the happy days gone by
You'd have known her by the merriment that sparkled in her eye;
Too innocent for coquetry,—too fond for idle scorning,—
0 friend ! I fear the lightest heart makes sometimes
heaviest mourning ! Tell her the last night of my life (for, ere the moon be
risen, My body will be out of pain, my soul be out of
prison),—
1 dreamed I stood with her, and saw the yellow sun-
light shine On the vine-clad hills of Bingen,—fair Bingen on the Rhine.
"I saw the blue Rhine sweep along,—I heard, or
seemed to hear, The German songs we used to sing, in chorus sweet
and clear; And down the pleasant river, and up the slanting hill, The echoing chorus' sounded, through the evening
calm and still; And her glad blue eyes were on me, as we passed,
with friendly talk, |
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